Fitful NightA Poem by Charlène BoutinThis is a prose-poetry work that came to me when thinking back of a fitful night filled with the strangest dreams...
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
My eyes open wide and I See nothing at all, It's so dark and somehow I've lost the sense of space, There is no solidity in the Daze of the night. The fog once again Carries me into loss And my spirit grows wings To a place that no Angels may lie, A place made of nightmares And dread that crawls Up in my veins. There was something I had to do, something so important that it forced me to fall back to sleep, and now that I'm back I must Hurry, hurry Hurry because I am truly alone There is no one here to take my place. They are chasing us, these things, their dilapidated souls inhabit any object that may happen to lie on their path. We must watch everything from the corner of our eyes less we be taken by surprise and God knows the consequences if we let them catch us, Is it death, Or will I just awaken Again for the hundreth Time just tonight, Condemned to dread What there could have been here.
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Added on December 5, 2013 Last Updated on December 5, 2013 AuthorCharlène BoutinMontréal and Val-d'Or, CanadaAboutThere's more to this world than we see. Artists are gifted with the vision of this world, and can bring forward these visions to others. The world I see goes beyond my eyes, beyond my own life. I hop.. more..Writing
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